[Pratt's face can't really decide what expression it wants to have. On the one hand he's glad that the herd has been diverted and his range is safe. But on the other he can take care of himself, he doesn't need the help. He's not weak, as evidenced by the puddles of mammoth blood around him that he doesn't want to have to clean up later.]
What. I'm taking care of this place just fine.
[He scowls at the wolf, but it's not as nasty as he would have liked because well... she's a wolf. And that reminds him of home and he misses it and there's a small part of him that really wants to pet it even though he knows his hand will go right thru her.]
What are you doing out there? You're going to get trampled.
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What. I'm taking care of this place just fine.
[He scowls at the wolf, but it's not as nasty as he would have liked because well... she's a wolf. And that reminds him of home and he misses it and there's a small part of him that really wants to pet it even though he knows his hand will go right thru her.]
What are you doing out there? You're going to get trampled.